Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend - Sex Stories

Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend

... then some business shots in his suit. “No boudoir shots?” I teased. “Not unless you’re in them,” Steve replied. He was quick witted and loved to tease. I took a few casual shots of Steve sitting on the couch. I had him sit in a variety of positions. He was easy going and did everything I asked of him, which was surprising, because he was the type of person normally giving the instructions. “OK, business suit time,” I replied. Without saying a word, Steve stripped out of his shirt and dropped his jeans before I knew what was going on. I asked him if he wanted me to step out of the room while he changed. “No,” he replied, “there’s not anything here you haven’t already seen before.” My heart pounded. Steve slipped on his suit pants, and I watched as he tied the laces on his dress shoes, donned a white button down collared shirt and light blue silk tie. Within seconds, he had morphed from casual attire to a Wall-Street Banker. I was impressed. He adjusted a silk handkerchief in the pocket of his blue pin stripe suit jacket. God, he looked great! The bookshelf area made a perfect backdrop for the business shots. Again, he was very easy going. When I stepped up to adjust his tie, he proffered a coy smile and winked. I hated being so short. He took off his jacket and held it over his shoulder, for a less serious pose, but one that turned out in hindsight to be one of my favorites. After some shots, we sat on the couch and I flicked through the photos on my camera. “You look too ...

... serious,” I remarked, stopping on one photo. “Maybe I need some more wine,” Steve replied, “or a back rub.” Was he hitting on me? I wasn’t for sure, since he was always teasing me. I poured another glass of wine. Steve sat back on the couch and opined. “You know,” he remarked, “I wish I had a studio set up like this.” He gazed at a photo on the wall, a “selfie” photos I had taken years before “selfie” photos were so popular. I was topless in the photo and it was taken from behind me, when my hair was past my waist and before my fat ass issue had arisen. “Oh pol-leeze,” Steve remarked, “You don’t have a fat ass.” I had to disagree with him, but was happy that he thought otherwise. I took his comment to be an off-handed compliment, something I had not received in a very long time. Steve removed his tie and smiled. “Mind if I change?” Steve asked. I remained on the couch as Steve removed his dress shoes, and unbuttoned his white shirt. He stood up, kicked off his shoes and peeled off his dress shirt. Once again, my heart rate jumped, seeing him shirtless. He had a chiseled look and even though he said he didn’t work out, he was well blessed with well toned muscles. He stripped down to his boxers and hung the suit pants on a hanger. I snapped a couple of quick photos. “Hey now,” he remarked, after noticing I was taking photos. “I’m not decent.” “You’re decent enough,” I replied. Inside, I was melting. I wanted him to turn and ravish me. I needed to be ravished, but Steve was coy and ...